Just as Nostradamus stepped out and passed through the dark blue space-time gate, he suddenly felt that his body had turned into some kind of ineffable strange existence between soul and matter in an instant, and following the guidance of the spell rune, the old mage simply crossed the gap between the world and came to the other side of the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The powerful soul of the [Soul Extreme Intent] level can allow Nostradamus to see many other things that people can't see, and in a glimpse of passing through the gap in the world, he saw that near his destination, there is indeed a small space-time narrow channel that is slowly expanding, and the majestic chaotic aura is surging, as if he wants to open a hole in the barrier of the world again.

――At this speed, it will probably take more than a month for the space-time gate to reopen, so there is no hurry.

Nostradamus estimated in his heart, and at the same time, his body had completely passed through the dark blue door, and his feet were already standing on the white ice and snow.

At the moment when he finished teleporting, the old mage covered his forehead, and while he kept his body balanced, he also suppressed the dizziness in his mind, and the white-haired elder couldn't help but sigh, "No matter how many times you can't get used to it...... It seems that as long as you are a human, you can't stand the confusion caused by teleportation. ”

After speaking, he looked around, the mountains and forests covered in silver and white came into view, and the clouds were surging, which also obscured the light of the two moons, Nostradamus straightened his glasses and looked at the situation nearby: "Speaking of which, it is true that I haven't been here for a long time, and the last time I came to the Northland, it seems that it was more than twenty years ago...... So where is this? ”

Due to the inevitable interference of natural factors, the old mage's time and space door opened a little crookedly, and he did not come to his expected destination, that is, the Black Forest fortress in the territory of Moldova, but appeared in a strange place.

Looking up at the sky, ascertaining the trajectory of the moon and clouds, and then observing the distant mountains, Nostradamus said thoughtfully: "It's too far, and it's actually teleported to the north of the Great Ajax Mountains...... There are too many narrow passages in time and space here, and even for me, it is a bit difficult to teleport without coordinates. ”

"Let's fly over."

After deciding on his next course of action, he used a spell to determine the direction again, and Nostradamus nodded, then stretched out his left hand with two cyan magic rings and pressed towards the void.

In an instant, the magic power surged, the elements churned, and the extremely cold wind of the north was easily emissed in the flickering brilliance of the two magic rings, the atmosphere and gravity were disrupted together under the power of the spell, and the invisible power turned into a rotating gorgeous magic circle, condensed into a flying carpet and appeared under the old mage, and then lifted it into the sky.

"Since you have teleported to the north of the Northlands, there is no need to rush over directly...... Rather than going to seal the space-time gate right away, I'm still more interested in that Joshua from the Radcliffe family. ”

Wrapped in spells and rising thousands of meters into the air, Nostradamus had already passed through the clouds and once again saw the bright twin moons, standing in the void and muttering, "Destroy the space-time gate with your own strength...... It's incredible. ”

This is not the old mage's fuss, you must know, no matter what kind of space-time gate, its structure is complex, the nodes are hidden deeply, it is by no means ordinary people can observe at will, a new and unknown structure of the large space-time gate, Nostradamus thinks to himself, even he can't finish the space-time gate in a few hours, let alone do this kind of thing in battle.

But facts speak louder than words, whether the old mage believes it or not, there is indeed a warrior who, in a few minutes between battles, saw through all the magic nodes contained in an unknown space-time gate, and in less than five minutes, he shattered them all - this is not a fantasy, but a reality that happened not so long ago.

"Every time I hear this kind of news, I always feel like I'm really old......

With a sigh, Nostradamus harnessed the icy wind and magic and sat on the flying carpet of spell conjugation, and he began to pass through the Great Ajax Mountains at an unhurried speed in the clouds.

Time passed slowly, and now it is the year of the star fall, January 5, 832.

Nostradamus has come to the southern part of the Great Ajax Mountains, in the territory of Moldavia.

In the past few days, the old mage has crossed several black forests and secret realms in the Northlands, and the thick residual aura of chaos makes him frown, the closer this disgusting pollution is to the southeast, the more serious it is, even if more than two weeks have passed, those chaotic forces like gray fog still have not dissipated, and there are still considerable remnants.

"This amount is really extraordinary, and the speed of teleportation is too fast, fortunately, the space-time gate was destroyed in time, otherwise the entire northern land would have fallen into chaos......"

Staying above a small piece of the Black Forest in Moldavia, Nostradamus collected some more chaotic aura, he shook his head and sighed: "There is no way to send a large number of people to purify this place for the time being, if spring comes, the ice and snow are unsealed, and the chaotic aura seeps into the earth, it will be very troublesome to purify it again." ”

While pondering the question of what to do with the forces of Chaos, the white-haired mage had arrived in the snowfields around the main city of Moldavia, and in the sky, Nostradamus could already faintly see the huge black walls in the distance.

But just as he was about to start descending to the main city to visit the new Chaos Warden, the young warrior who had miraculously destroyed the space-time gate, Nostradamus suddenly frowned, and instead of focusing on the main city, he looked down at the snow field below.

In the magical energy perspective of the Extreme Meaning Mage, two huge whirlpools suddenly appeared on the originally white snowfield, and two extremely terrifying fighting qi were condensing on this land.

"What ......"

Whispering in confusion, Nostradamus stopped all his movements, hid his form among the clouds high in the sky, and then cast a spell to detect the situation below.

On the snow-covered earth, in the middle of the snowfield, there was a tall man in a black leather coat standing in the center of the red whirlpool, and there was a silver-haired girl beside him, the two seemed to be waiting for someone, while the other person was harnessing a dark cyan fighting qi streamer, hurrying in this direction.

The waiting warrior was tall and muscular, and he could even hold the leather coat on his body tight, and it could be seen from his bare body that he had tempered every tendon on his body to the extreme, and the surging life force like a great river flowed through the warrior's body, making his every heartbeat extremely heavy and terrifying.

In terms of appearance alone, this warrior is not bad, and even has a hint of hardcore beauty, but on his calm face, there is a terrifying aura that makes people fearful, as if he is going to choose someone to devour in the next moment.

And the person who was running, there was no breath leaking out of his body, even if the fighting spirit was released, and the soul light bloomed all over his body, the whole person was as if it did not exist, which made it impossible to lock it with spirit.

"Brandon ......"

As an old friend of the current patriarch of the Kaos family, Nostradamus naturally knew his son, the genius swordsman of the mage family. And Brandon's current performance did not discredit his reputation, and the white-haired mage was sure that judging from his momentum alone, this handsome blonde swordsman had now completely mastered the glory of his soul and laid the foundation for advancing to the [Soul Extreme Intent] in the future.

But even so, he was still vaguely overwhelmed by the tall warrior.

With the strength of the Extreme Intention Mage, Nostradamus could naturally see why this was.

The qualities contained in the fighting spirit of the two are similar, but completely different wills - under the dark cyan fighting spirit of the blonde swordsman, he is holy and holy, vowing to extinguish all evil and impure things, while the red fighting spirit of the black-haired warrior is extremely ferocious, and the black fluctuations that exist only for the sake of battle destruction.

If Brandon is the unparalleled sword master of the imperial envoy and the fighting spirit, then the warrior standing in the middle of the snow field is the god of war bathed in blood and fire!

(To be continued.) )